I wish you could get out of my head, Because at night when it gets late, My mind starts to inane, My face goes full red. Sometimes I go insane, Thinking if we'll talk again, To be honest I'm drained, And I need you to explain. I would love to complain, About this cruel pain, But I'm tied in a chain, Not allowed to refrain. I write these for my sake, To take away this ache, So I could start and fake, Just when I'm about to *break.
You're the person I think of before I go to sleep.